The last few days were like a trip
down that famous memory lane,
which is oft-lined with blossoming
trees, and bubbling brooks, and
it seems so straight, as life flows
on toward a future it must then
become, and yet as I look back
it was only straight in moments
blossoming and bubbling along
in segments, which would make
the sharpest of turns, surprising
such that no psychic medium
might have imagined, let alone
a young man becoming this
old man… but I wouldn’t have
exchange these twists and
turns and the moments along
the way for any other, for it
brings me here today with
all these memories and the
love of life to share.